Bloodline is a Cheat Code - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64
As expected, it wasn’t long before Serpina Rosena opened the door and entered.
Without Flotie present, her expression was puzzled as though asking what was the matter, but the fact that she wasn’t immediately on guard was moving enough to bring tears to my eyes.
When Flotie first introduced me as a friend, Serpina Rosena believed I had come to assassinate her brother and tried to attack me.
Compared to that time, she had become an entirely different person.
Minabell regained her composure and quickly grasped Serpina Rosena’s hand.
“Sister, don’t be startled and listen to me.”
“Ah, I doubt anything could surprise me more than suddenly having my hand grabbed like this, so feel free to speak comfortably.”
Serpina Rosena appeared confident and arrogant before discourteous nobles who lacked manners, yet she seemed flustered before those like Minabell who appeared to know nothing at all.
A textbook example of strength against the weak and weakness against the strong. The world that had driven such a person to abandon everything and become utterly cruel and wicked was at fault.
“You know about the status window I possess, don’t you? And that I inevitably come to know various things about you, sister?”
Serpina Rosena nodded silently.
Even hearing only a fraction of the miraculous functions the status window possessed was enough to be astonished.
She didn’t need magical abilities, a distinguished family, beautiful appearance, or eloquent speech—she simply wished that status window had been given to her instead.
“If you happened to see information about Aden… I think I was too harsh to him. But if such an opportunity hadn’t come by chance, it seemed he would never have appeared before me again. I couldn’t bear that.”
Minabell blinked upon suddenly hearing Serpina Rosena’s confession of her inner feelings.
This wasn’t why I came to talk about this. But how many readers in the world could directly hear the heroine’s perspective like this?
“But sister, you also wouldn’t have thought to meet Prince Aden if such a coincidence hadn’t found you.”
“….”
At that moment, as though struck at her weak point, Serpina Rosena’s body flinched noticeably.
‘Predictable as always. No matter how much she’s accomplished, she’s still young and avoids confronting herself.’
Having rushed forward looking only ahead, she was quite unskilled at caring for herself or relating to those who cared for her.
She even struggled to accept the fact that she was needed by others. Minabell sighed.
“Unintentionally, I came to know that sister, in the previous cycle—or rather, before regression? Anyway, you had about three beloved people: a husband… or rather, a husband candidate? Or perhaps… lovers?”
“Not lovers. They’re not people who deserve such a demeaning word.”
“My apologies.”
Having grown accustomed to spicy romance novels, my speech habits had become like this, and though Flotie often pointed it out, I always forgot.
Minabell sniffled once and hesitated.
“Anyway, they are people you love, aren’t they?”
“All equally. Without the slightest distinction.”
“Yes, all equally… Anyway, you still love them now, don’t you?”
“…Even though several years have passed since my regression, I can’t bring myself to say I feel nothing for people who shared that time with me.”
“In short.”
“Yes.”
Fortunately, Serpina Rosena didn’t insist stubbornly on this matter.
Minabell sighed and gripped Serpina Rosena’s hands tightly with both of hers.
It was her own habit of holding someone’s attention when they tried to avoid conversation. I thought this habit had disappeared upon entering this body, but here I was doing it to Serpina Rosena.
As though Minabell’s actions were unfamiliar today, Serpina Rosena examined her carefully.
“I found the culprit behind the carriage attack. They say it’s an Exile Group with resentment toward the Empire.”
With those words, Serpina Rosena understood everything.
When Serpina Rosena had infiltrated the Holy Kingdom, the false identity she created was that of an exile. She had disguised herself as an orphan from the Holy Order’s orphanage and briefly belonged to that group, and the man leading the organization would later become her most formidable blade.
Kalik.
Raised by the Holy Order’s hand, yet he regarded Serpina Rosena as his sole deity rather than their true god—the very man who had cut Vincent Advein’s throat.
In the original story, he had saved Serpina Rosena from crisis countless times, taught her swordsmanship, and ultimately lost one eye to a curse while fighting in her stead—a devoted man of pure devotion.
“He still remembers nothing. And right now soldiers have captured him and are dragging him to prison. Tiae heard the news and collapsed from shock.”
Minabell spoke after observing the status window.
“To save him, you and Flotie must move together. Otherwise, he’ll be executed tomorrow, and while I can help, I cannot act directly. The status window isn’t absolute either.”
Serpina Rosena’s face went deathly pale in an instant.
“I….”
Minabell, staring directly at Serpina Rosena’s face, urged her firmly.
“Answer. Briefly. We have no time.”
This wasn’t a novel where time stopped just because you didn’t turn the page.
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Another dream. Opening my eyes in an unfamiliar space, I understood instinctively.
Since arriving in the Holy Kingdom, the sacred artifacts have been twice as rampant. Still, having experienced it once before, I could accept it with surprising familiarity.
Looking down at my hands, they were translucent like a ghost.
If this is showing me a previous round, then Flotie must have died at that time for me to appear like this.
The ghost experience is refreshing once again.
“Serpina Rosena.”
“Why did you do that? This is a cursed blade—it can’t be restored. I should have been the one to wield it. That was my revenge.”
From a distance, I heard the trembling voices of an unfamiliar man and my sister.
I began running toward where my sister’s voice was coming from. Only then did my surroundings gradually come into focus.
This was the Imperial Palace, now completely reduced to ruins. That once magnificent Imperial Palace had become far more devastated than the Rosena Residence where I had died.
Statues and paintings were all smashed to the ground and burned, leaving behind ruins with not a trace of past glory.
“…This place.”
As I drew closer to where the voices were coming from, my steps gradually slowed.
The place where my sister’s and the man’s voices were emanating from was none other than the Emperor’s Bedchamber.
At this point in time, this would be where Vincent Advein resided.
Had my sister’s revenge concluded here? If the Palace had crumbled to this extent, it was highly likely.
Beyond the half-open door, it was too dark to see clearly inside. What I could barely make out were a man and woman crouching halfway, and what appeared to be a man collapsed on the floor.
“You won’t be able to see, of course, and you might even feel burning pain from time to time. The curse has transferred to you. So…. This is all my fault. Kalik.”
“Serpi.”
“I never thought the Emperor would stab his own eyes first with the blade. I never imagined the curse would transfer to you instead of me. Of course, it should have been me who cut the Emperor’s throat in the end.”
“Yes, I disobeyed you. I ruined your revenge.”
“No, it’s my fault for not knowing the Emperor was cursed. It’s my mistake for not knowing it transfers to whoever takes his life. But if I had wielded it, it would have transferred to me. So why did you take the blade from my hands?”
A voice slightly more mature than my sister’s now, and a body so emaciated only bones remained.
My sister’s voice was agitated. It carried the same anger and guilt as when she had cried out to Aden at the Crystal Palace.
She seemed unable to understand why the man she should have resented was embracing her so naturally.
“I wished you would never kill another person.”
It was agonizing.
Serpina Rosena’s emotions transmit to me with such vivid clarity, as though they were my own.
The sorrow that Serpina Rosena carried in the first cycle, the desperate longing for those she loved, the yearning for Flotie Rosena, and the bitter thirst for vengeance—all of it mingles together, burning through my entire being.
“Serpina, if that curse had fallen upon you instead, I would have lived a life worse than death. I would have devoted every remaining moment to breaking your curse or finding a way to transfer it to myself. The outcome would have been the same, I’m certain of it.”
“….”
“I cannot whisper tender words of love to you the way Aden or Cruide do. So at the very least, I should be allowed to stand before you in moments like this.”
Damn it, I feel as though I’m losing my mind.
This already happened, and I could do nothing but witness all of these memories.
Did Serpina Rosena carry all of this with her, leaving behind such desperate love, only to regress?
And yet she doesn’t seek them out?
Or is the guilt so overwhelming from loving them that she cannot bear to find them?

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